Perfect

I went to a birthday party, not so long ago. It was not the usual birthday party. I needed to go because it was the brother of my childhood friend. He is a person with an intellectual disability, and I have known him for my whole lifetime. Or better to say he has known me… Continue reading Perfect

What To Do?

It’s been a while since I’ve last written on the BPW blog…at least it feels like it’s been a while. Memory is still pretty bad, but cognative function is slowly returning. I’m not excited that it’s returning, because not only did I get used to having no memory, it was actually comforting to have forgotten… Continue reading What To Do?

Off My Chest

So, as you can probably tell, this is not going to be like my usual posts. My brain has returned to its normal, insanely fast pace. I of course didn’t really do anything positive to help myself. I watched some of the saddest music videos I could find. Of course, you know that I believe… Continue reading Off My Chest

Depression Over the Ages

It’s a funny thing, depression. One of the loneliest conditions a person can experience, it’s nonetheless felt by millions upon millions of people the world over. And yet, despite being so prevalent, no two people experience it quite the same, even though the outcomes are so often similar. When I first succumbed to the onslaught… Continue reading Depression Over the Ages

Safe Space

She often contemplates Of a distant life One without strife Curious of where she hide When all is chaotic inside She fears her safe space mimicks pandora’s box It lies hidden beneath her surface Unlike a treasure chest Not meant to be discovered For this space holds secrets Most of which permeate And she, unaware… Continue reading Safe Space

Societal Genocide

A society screaming for acceptance Sits judging the alcoholic mom Religious people condemn others to hell As Priests rape innocent, God-fearing boys Promoting originality and authenticity Forgetting to disclose an addiction to prescription pain pills Chanting for equal rights Gripping your purse if a black man is in sight Turning your back And closing our… Continue reading Societal Genocide

It’s Time I Fly

Persistent I focus on growth, you cannot help but complain. Much of my life, it’s been the same. Never enough Or the wrong time, Too much, too soon. You find the most inopportune moments as if you are searching for a clue. Mysteriously problems arise, My fault, in your eyes. Chastise me as your child,… Continue reading It’s Time I Fly

Rural Mental Health 911

There I was, minding my own mental health business when someone I know (read my husband of the last 20 years who is growing on me) suggested I travel with him through rural South Africa.  He is doing a review on the state of rural health, whether there are sufficient doctors, nurses and other necessary… Continue reading Rural Mental Health 911

Thin

I feel it It is trying to lure me in Singing its melody Like charming a snake Wrapping me in a warm coddle Promising to protect Never to neglect Except. . Washing aside egotistical pride Burrowing Nestling Within Refusing a grin Dare I let depression Win? ? It’s an unfair battle I become reliant Forget… Continue reading Thin

Meant to Be

For his attention She fight Without his approval Her dreams would not catch flight Self-sabotaging rendered her insane Poison flowed through her veins Risking a life she could not love Losing faith of anyone above A father who belittled his daughter Confusing her was the pain She sought in others a fragile love The one… Continue reading Meant to Be